Nisa For Abi
Nisa has a right to be angry, right?
"Yes, the most compatible. Most suitable, even the most inseparable. The most loyal accompany from point Zero. Who the hell, Nisa? The village girl who was even invited to eat luxury could not." grumbled Nisa, with all the emotions that burst into her heart.
He got to the car and opened the door. But alas, Abi clutched his hand firmly.
" Where are you going?"
" Home... Why here? Not considered to exist. Is Nisa a ghost? Just doin' there, dance."
"Don't mess around. You can't go home alone." look at Abi, sharp.
"Why? Nisa can drive. Nisa used to bring her usual pick up orders of vegetables to the market. Same thing, what's the difference?"
"Don't argue with me, Nisa!" snapped Abi. With his eyes closed down, and his breath up and down. His jaw stiffened, with muscles protruding out.
Nisa also breathed. He looked at Abi who was still down. In his heart he asked why Abi was bowed when he snapped at him.
"Nisa has a right to be angry, right? They have no respect for Nisa there. His wife's next door, but dragged dancing with the others."
"But I have your permission, and you let it go." replied Abi, who again tried to hold back her emotions.
"Sisa emotions are the same. Not the same, though. Come on, let Nisa go home by herself. Later Mas with Mr. Alex, go home with Ms. Dita. Nisa's not papa, Nisa's just tired. What's Nisa doing there?"
Nisa looked so tired. He looked so angry, but felt he was not there. No one looked at her there, even though she was Abi's wife. Because of his status? Or indeed have been endocrine with Abi and Dita all this time. The couple is most harmonious according to them, and will never be separated by anything..
"Take it back... Nisa's waiting at home" he said heavily.
Nisa opened the car door, entered and sat in the right position. He grabbed the door handle, with a slight sense of emotion from his heart. However, the door seemed to be blocked and could not be closed. He was wide-eyed, when it turned out that Abi was propping up the door with his palm.
"Pig!" tekik Dita and Alex together. And they approached him there.
"Mas... Why is this so? Why use your hand to block the door? Does pain? It must have been very painful, bruised gini." asked and answered himself so anxiously. Meanwhile, Abi was silent a thousand languages by continuing to look at him.
"Abi, are you okay? I saw it clearly." asked Alex.
"What do you see?" asked Abi, so flatly. As if it didn't hurt at all.
"You, Nisa. Can't you ever be careful in your actions? Why can, until Abi clamps the door? Next time don't be rash. Like a child, you are!" namel Dita. He also wrapped Abi's hand with a scarf that he was wearing.
"Little child is my wife." replied Abi, cold.
"Pig! He even hurt you. Not realising, anyway?"
"I put my hands there. So that he wouldn't go, "Abi grabbed the shawl, and went on her own to wrap her hands.
Dita just throbbed so upset. Massaging his head that stores all emotions, even has reached the crown.
" She, we're going to the doctor. Nisa's scared, her internal injuries are severe."
"Let me drop off" Alex bargained.
Abi did not nod. Just blinked his eyes to say yes. Nisa grabs him, and takes him back into their car.
"Why not scream? It hurts so much. Too strong, or used to endure pain?" nisa's murmuring in the heart. Swiping the left hand wrapped in the shawl.
"I'm sorry," Nisa's sorry so deep.